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Briality is a place to be you and be loved for it. There, you could ramble about The Beatles and Dave Matthews and not be told how horrible they are by other teenagers that have no idea what real music is. It was place to dot your I's with hearts even if I didn't take the time to do it. It was where you could make your Facebook status song lyrics and it actually mean something. It was a perfect place to use the excuse, "I'm going to go take a shower." when you just don't feel like texting anymore.
I was sucked into this misplaced, misfit place that was understood only by myself about six years ago. It's said like a horrible thing when really it's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Of course it started like this: I was the new kid. I was chubby, shy, and very awkward. No one wanted to be around the chubby, shy, and awkward kid. Then, a hand patting the chair next to it caught my attention. I looked over and a tan girl with short wavy hair, big brown eyes, and a big white smile was looking at me offering me a seat.
"What's up? I'm Brianna."
Her accent was thick. She was from New York. There was also something else in it that took me a while to recognize. She was italian. Her voice was comforting because she sounded like my grandmother.
I had always been the uptight one that took everything seriously. At twelve, I had a budget. I was the one who thought that dating was stupid because we didn't have cars, none of us really knew what love was as much as we wanted to deny it, and we weren't going to get married to who ever we dated at this age.
I was madly in love with George Harrison and thought that John Lennon and Jim Morrison were the most brilliant men who ever walked the earth.
I wrote books.
They were the ones who took nothing seriously. They blew their money on what ever was $10 dollars or more. They dated and broke up every other day thinking that they were going to get married and live in a Barbie Dream House.
They were madly in love with Brad Pitt and thought that Nicalos Sparks and Lil' Wayne were the most brilliant men who ever walked the earth.
They wrote love letters.
Then, there was Brianna.
Brianna was a Strawberry Banana Smoothie to me. She had a sweet original taste to her with the mixture of that mushy Banana taste to her that made me gag. But, somehow, when you mix it together it made a wonderful taste that you craved and every time you thought about it you smiled.
Lunch. The tasteless smell of stale bread and plastic cheese.
Brianna ran up to us, "Oh my gosh! Guess who just came up to me and asked me out!"
She didn't give us a chance to respond but we didn't really need one. We knew it was Josh.
Josh Baddard: The modern day greaser. The one that all of the girls tripped over themselves for. He and his overly used pickup lines were like the bright orange cones in the road warning you to avoid him. It's easy to avoid and if you didn't you crashed. You'd get you heart broken like you had one anyway.
For the sake of my best friend, I tried to have conversations with him. Everytime that I did it felt like I had been sitting infront of the TV for hours and my brain was slowly melting.
"Wow," I said lacking of enthusiam. I could not have cared less. But then, I looked up and saw that smile. That big white smile that could light up the whole state of South Carolina. For some reason seeing it was like a child being away for weeks and seeing them again. So, I dropped the subject to see if I could keep from runing it for a moment.
"You know," I pointed out, "It's funny how these girls have peace signs on their shirts and bags, but they don't even know who John Lennon is. He created peace," I laughed.
"If you don't know who John is you don't have the right to a peace sign."
Everett Foreman: The modern day hippie. Music, along with his friends, were the most important things in his life. He love all of the music I did and some that I didn't. He agreed that all Rapp is is computerized beats put to baby blabbers that they call lyrics when really it wasn't even words.
The first time that I knew Everett and I were going to be great friends was when I wrote about Jim Morrison. I didn't say what band he was from or what he sang. I didn't even say that he was a singer. He was discribed just as a poet. After I read my paper to the class he said, "I love The Doors." and something about that clicked to me. He was the only one that knew who I was talking about. Not even Brianna knew.
He also had one of those dry personalities that were so fulfilled. He'd say the funniest things and keep a straight face while everyone around him was rolling on the ground laughing their guts out.
It was true that these teenagers didn't know what peace was. They'd never had it a day in their life. Although, that is a bit sterotype. But it seemed that everytime they caught my ear they were trying to get their hands into some "drama".
After that day Josh started to sit with us. Not only was it him, but it was the girls that fallowed him around all day. They'd sit and fill in as many seats as they could. Josh would slide over and they'd share a seat with him. Not only was it them, but Josh's best friend Mo-Mo Freeman.
Melman "Mo-Mo" Freeman- The want-to-be gangster. He hung out with Josh for nothing but a reputation and a lunch table full of girls.
There was something strange about Josh and I couldn't really put my finger on it. Actually, there were a lot of strange things about Josh but I was looking for something else.
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There were many small irrelevant moments in life that kept Brianna and I together. It was what helped us deal with each other and learn more about of indevidual personalities.
Example 1:
It was a dark night. Cold and lonely. The silence, i hoped, would remain with the accesption of the rain beating down on the roof. I lied there waitng for what ever came first. The sun or sleep?
Then, the sudden high-pitched voice with a country accent says, "Ya'll goanna learn Chinese."
"Brianna!" I shouted.
I knew then that I was waiting for the sun. There would be no sleep.
Example 2:
"You know Brianna, you really are ugly. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like it before."
No, no. I wasn't being mean...well, she deserved it. It wasn't really a fight we were in or anything. It was, once again, Josh.
For months Everett and I had been stuck listening to, "Donna, Everett, you know who's pretty?"
"Me?" I joked.
"No. Martha." She stopped for a moment, "I mean, yeah, you're pretty. But I was going to say Martha."
Martha Horridor: The two-faced witch. The one with the stringy blond hair and pale face covered in ugly freckles. Her nose was huge and her body was a stick all but her big head.
Being dumped by Josh for Brianna wasn't one of the best things that had ever happened to her in her own opinion. In mine, it was.
She had a chance to take advantage of this breakup, and she did. Not the way that I would have, but she did.
"Hi Josh!" she said as she passed him in the halls. He stopped her and grabbed her aside. Then, he whispered something in her ear and she giggled.
"Does that not bother you?" I asked Brianna.
"No. I mean, I don't want to be one of those crazy girls that control their boyfriends."
The best day of my school year was the day that Josh Baddard left to go back Brazil, where he was from, where he belonged.
Of course, I had to listen to, "Donna, I'm going to miss him so much! He's not even gone yet and I miss him!" I tried to be understanding and I didn't bother her about it. I knew that she was really torn up.
Knowing that this would give Brianna some time to forget about how much she really loved him, Everett and I tried our hardest to keep her mind off of him.
Example 3:
Just to say simply say, "Steve and Doug Butabi? You guys brothers?"
"No...YES!"
Briality
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